| Tongue-tied snake if you bite your lip you’d die from the venom.
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| The same that you spit in every direction with limited discretion.
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| Shut your mouth!
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| Before I stitch it closed and watch you squirm in the silence that leaves you
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| exposed.
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| Do or die!
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| You’ll probably do neither keep talking shit like you’re paying off the grim
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| reaper.
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| I’m waiting to witness, yourself serving overdose.
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| You’re selling your bullshit but no ones buying.
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| I put my soul up for sale and the bids keep flying.
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| You reek of cheap humility sprayed like cologne to cover the stench of your
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| vanity.
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| Smoke the blunts ignore the cunts.
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| If you like the taste of bad blood then you’re a fucking cunt.
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| Holding your head up high with a crooked spine drawing the line between the
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| damned and the divine.
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| Clever words sound foolish when spoken by a proper little swine.
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| You’re selling your bullshit but no ones buying.
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| I put my soul up for sale and the bids keep flying.
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| You reek of cheap humility sprayed like cologne to cover the stench of your
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| vanity.
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| Smoke the blunts ignore the cunts.
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| If you like the taste of bad blood then you’re a fucking cunt.
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| I’m the thorn in your side, a sharp free thinker.
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| Gonna burn you like the sun and let the sting linger.
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| Let the infection spread, amputate your limbs till we reach your fucking head.
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| Smoke the blunts ignore the cunts.
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| If you like the taste of bad blood then you’re a fucking cunt. |